Chapter 818
Chapter 818:
Amory, after a brief hesitation, replied, “He’s still in surgery, and his condition is critical…”
Fernanda felt as if Amory’s words struck her physically, muffling the world around her until only the sharp ring of her own distress filled her ears.
“What… what do you mean his condition is critical?” It took her a moment to find her voice, which came out strained and anxious. “What’s wrong with Cristian?”
Amory lowered his voice. “It’s merely a minor injury…”
“Stop lying! The doctor wouldn’t perform surgery for a minor injury!” Fernanda’s voice grew cold with anger. “I need the address now.”
Amory promptly texted her the address.
It was a hospital in Zenithium, confirming her suspicions.
So, Cristian had schemed against Jett, leading to his downfall! Clutching her phone, Fernanda’s hands whitened with the intensity of her grip. A storm of emotions threatened to overwhelm her, causing a slight tremor in her body.
The relentless noon sun added to her disorientation, making her dizzy.
“Miss Morgan?” Amory’s voice came through the phone, tinged with worry. “Are you there?”
“Yes…” Fernanda barely whispered.
“Should I arrange for your travel here? If so, I’ll book your ticket immediately,” suggested Amory, always attuned to others’ needs.
“That won’t be necessary,” Fernanda responded firmly. “Just make sure Cristian is well cared for. Notify me immediately if his condition changes.”
“Understood,” Amory replied without hesitation.
Fernanda hung up, her breath shaky as she exhaled. The sun’s harsh glare compelled her to cover her eyes.
She remained still, enveloped in a haze, the reality around her feeling utterly surreal.
𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲: ⲅ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗼𝗺
What had happened to Cristian that was so serious it required surgery? Was there something bad that happened to him, or was it a health issue that led to his surgery?
Fernanda puzzled over why he hadn’t informed her of his trip. He was the type to handle matters for her quietly, never seeking recognition.
Had it not been for the unfortunate incident, he would have kept her in the dark about his actions against Jett. How could he be so reserved, yet so tender? He truly was a good man.
Emotions swirled within her heart.
Before she fully grasped her own actions, Fernanda found herself in a taxi heading to the airport. She decided to take the 2 PM flight to Zenithium, the earliest option available.
In the first-class lounge, Fernanda sat on the sofa, lost in thought, her mind consumed with worries about Cristian.
Suddenly, a gentle tap on her shoulder made her turn. To her surprise, it was Rafael.
“Fancy meeting you here,” Rafael commented as he took the seat opposite her. “Heading somewhere special?”
“Given that I’m right here, what do you think?” Fernanda replied, her tone sharper than intended.
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